Sir and Master each hold a hand out to help me up off the floor, and lead me back into the shower. There's a lot less sexual tension in this one, so we actually finally manage to each get clean without too much fuss.
As I walk out of the shower, I receive a brisk smack to my ass, a couple of very smug chuckles, a kiss on the neck, before receiving a lovely rub down in possibly the fluffiest towel I've ever seen. I'm then wrapped in my towel's twin fluffy bathrobe, and smooshed into a Kitty sandwich between two equally fluffy (and very yummy) men.
I snuggle in, and can't hide my smile, because I'm literally being treated like a princess, and I've never felt so happy in my life. And, because I can, I reach around and give Master's ass a good squeeze, then wriggle mine into Sir's…erection? Holy shit, this man has stamina! How he's rock-hard again absolutely blows my mind. He growls in my ear, and gives me a little nibble on my earlobe.
“Yeah Kitty,” he whispers, “he really fucking likes you,” and I can feel his smile against the side of my face. I turn my head to the side to give him access to my neck, and he wastes no time, covering it in sweet little kisses.
I look up at Master, who is practically beaming with pride. I'm still confused with how he's taking this, but I decide to roll with it, and give him my brightest Good-Girl smile. That seems to be the right thing to do, because he leans down to take my mouth, and I can practically taste how delighted he is.
He pulls away from me slowly, “How about you go and get yourself comfy on the couch Baby,” his words come out smoky and rough, revealing the scorching heat I can feel growing within him, “we'll tidy up in here and be out shortly.”
“Mmmm,” growls Sir, grabbing a handful of breast in one hand, and pulling my hip closer with the other, “we definitely won't take long. That couch looks very comfy.” Somehow I doubt Sir is ready for a snooze, and I let out a soft snort. He squeezes my breast, then let's me go. I back away, and as I do, my robe drops from my shoulder, so I wiggle my shoulders at them, and then sashay away out into the living room, 100% certain they both watched me leave.
I go to the table and grab a couple of strawberries out of the bowl, and start to nibble on one, then plonk myself down on the couch. I decide that maybe I might act coy, oblivious to their advances when they join me. It makes me grin as I lean forward and grab the remote from the coffee table. I press the button to turn on the TV, and am immediately greeted by two naked women going at it…very loudly. I'm only surprised because that's not what I was expecting, not because I'm a prude, obviously, and I can't tear my eyes away from the two beautiful women scissoring each other in full HD on a very large screen. I won't deny that I'm captivated, and already a little wet watching them.
I'm seriously considering touching myself…hands on my shoulders slide my robe down to my elbows, and then begin to gently massage my neck and shoulders, “Well, Kitty,” Sir whispers in my ear, “I had no idea that this would be your choice of entertainment.” Heavy, ragged breathing accompanies the kissing, licking, nipping against my neck, puckering my nipples and quickening my pulse.
Then Master is in front of me - kinda standing in the way to be honest, but I'll be damned if I'm going to tell him to move - he kneels down in front of me, still gloriously naked, and I can see that his erection isn't surprised in the slightest. In fact, he looks rather expectant, “I, for one, am very pleased with your choice,” like I had one, I think to myself, “as a matter of fact, I want you to relax and enjoy the show.” Another set up! I really need to be more self-aware with these two.
Master lifts both of my feet, placing them on his knees, before pouring some oil in his hand…it smells divine, I detect a hint of vanilla and something spicy, and I know he's gotten this especially for me. Though Vanilla we are not, I absolutely love anything that has a hint of vanilla in it, be it taste or fragrance. It seems Sir has his own supply of the same oil, because his hands are now pleasantly slippery, gliding over my skin.
Master lifts one foot, and begins to knead the muscles on the bottom of it. Usually it would tickle, but I'm so fucking aroused by everything going on - particularly the incredibly loud moans and whimpers coming from the TV.
I relax into my men’s expert hands, and allow myself to focus on the incredibly hot scene playing out in front of me. Both women are stunning, their breasts swaying between them to their increasingly frenzied movements. Yes girls, get it, I think, and let out a low moan of my own. One of the women is very close, and then her back arches into her orgasm, pushing her deeper into the embrace of her partner’s pussy, which simultaneously sends her over the edge, but they don't stop, they keep mashing their wet pussies together until they both cum again, and then collapse next to each other, kissing and stroking and moaning.
My clit is so fucking hard, I literally have a lady boner, and I start to wriggle my ass to build a little friction of my own. Master has finished both feet and made his way up my calves, which feels amazing, but he's still making his way up my legs, and I'm almost desperate for him to hurry the fuck up and get to where I need him. He lets out a chuckle, obviously sensing my frustration, “Robe off Baby, lay yourself down on the couch,” and so I go to pull myself up to do as I'm told…but while Master had made his way up my legs, Sir had made his way into my robe and it seems like he does not want to let go of my tits. I lean back to look up at him, and his blue eyes are on fire - they're the brightest blue I've ever seen, and I know The Beast is at the surface. He growls, confirming my suspicion. I slowly pull myself away, standing and turning to him, and allow Master to seductively remove my robe. They say you should never break eye contact when faced with a predator, and so I don't dare, even as I move myself into position, laying back on the couch.
“Wait,” Master commands, and I'm pretty sure he's talking to Sir, not me. He takes my half-nibbled strawberry as well as the whole one in his hand, and squishes them, then rubs the juice and pulp all over my belly, and down to my pussy. I've still got my eyes on Sir, who's watching the proceedings intently. He stalks around the couch, and his eyes flick back to mine.
“Sir,” Master drawls, “this treat is all yours.” It's literally like the bell to start the round, because Sir is in motion before Master can finish his sentence. He lands on his knees on the couch by my feet, grabs both my ankles, then practically shoves my toes in his mouth. I've honestly never experienced foot worship, and I go to jack up to a sitting position, but Master's firm hand lands on my shoulder.
“Be still Little One,” he says quietly, and I gasp. He very rarely calls me that, it's a very special name that he reserves for when he is most pleased, it doesn't just get bandied about like Baby, “he deserves to be rewarded, don't you think? I believe he has been very restrained so far,” Restrained?! “I need you to be my good girl and stay still for Sir while he enjoys his treat. The oil is edible by the way,” he says with a wink, as he places a finger against my lips and I welcome it into my mouth. Holy shit, it tastes as good as it smells! I'm actually going to get devoured! I let out a little giggle, and Sir growls against the bottom of my foot. He's licking like a fiend all over my feet, and I'm wet as fuck coz that tongue is going to be in the just right place very soon.
Master removes his finger from my mouth, and I miss it already. He slowly stands at his full height, looking down on me like the god he is, then makes his way over to the other sofa chair. He shifts it a bit, making sure he has a prime view of my full body, and takes a seat, locking eyes with me briefly before turning his attention to Sir.
The Beast - for that is what Sir is at this very moment - has voraciously made his way from my ankles to my calves, and puts his whole face to work on the underside of my right knee. It tickles, but it also sends sparks flying through my system. It is most certainly an effective erogenous zone, it starts flipping all the necessary switches to get me wet and ready - my breath, my heart, my nerves, my core all building towards that beautiful crescendo.
As The Beast switches his attention from one knee to the other, my attention flicks to Master - he is relaxed back in his seat like a veritable king, surveying his kingdom, except this king has his massive cock in his hand, which he is stroking at a leisurely pace…for now.
I feel a sharp nip on the inside of my thigh, and look back down to where The Beast is taking light nibbles in between each long lick, getting closer and closer to his prize…except he lifts himself (dammit!) and kneels above me, my full body bare for his perusal. He practically throws himself down with a groan, his hands slide into my hair, holding my head in place while he feasts on my neck. I try to move my arms to place them around his neck, but both men growl at me. That's right, I'm supposed to stay still. I'm laid out like a feast for a starving man - which at this point is a particularly apt simile.
He takes his time with my ears, neck, shoulders and along my collarbone, and then stops, panting like an animal just above the hollow of my throat. The Beast seems to be gathering himself, which is quite unexpected, and yet incredibly hot, because his breaths are hard and fast against my skin, and he begins to slowly rub his cock against my leg. Master clears his throat, and Sir looks up into my eyes, “I hope you're enjoying this Kitty,” his words are barely a whisper, and sound a bit rough around the edges, “tell me now if you're not, because I can rein it in. It'll kill me, but I'll do it.”
There is absolutely no way I want this to stop. I don't even look at Master, I focus all my attention on those bright blue eyes inches from my own. We're both panting heavily, but I manage to grit out, “Don't you dare fucking stop. You still have the strawberries to feast on you Beast.”
He rears up like a snake preparing to strike, grabbing my breasts and taking both nipples straight into his mouth. The suction is so intense, my back arches off the couch against its own volition. I take in a deep, gasping breath, and force myself back down.
“Good girl Little One. My god, you are so beautiful. Look at me.” I turn my head to look at Master, I can see more women have joined the other two on the TV, but their screams and moans are just background noise. I focus on Master - he stares intently back, the muscles in his arms straining as he pumps his cock harder and faster. The precum at the tip glistens in the light thrown from the screen, and I want nothing more than to lick it off.
The Beast is literally pigging out on the strawberry jam that Master had smooshed all over my belly, relishing every single moment, grunting his pleasure, and increasing the pressure of his cock against my leg. I'm almost desperate for him to lick my pussy, and consider lifting it to rub against him, but Master and I are still locked in our little stare battle, so I decide against it. He's now starting to make his own pleasure-noises, and the tension coiling in my core is almost at breaking point.
And then a long, deep lick against my labia throws my body into pleasant shock - finally. The Beast hums his approval as he digs into the final course of his meal, laving up and down through my swollen folds, “mmmmmm so wet,” he slurps, before returning to his dessert. Master closes his eyes briefly and groans, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, and I can see the throbbing closeness of his pleasure. His eyes snap open and he explodes, hot jets of cum erupting from his cock, the first so forceful it hits my shoulder.
I can't hold on any longer and the coil snaps inside me, the orgasm rocketing through my body, causing me to buck wildly and grind myself against Sir's face. That seems to be his cue, as he is immediately back up on his knees, and in one swift thrust is deep inside me, pumping hard and fast, his hands a death grip on my hips, forcing the movement of my body as he rides me, all signs of restraint disappearing in an instant. He comes violently, shouting his pleasure, throbbing inside me as he empties himself deep in my pussy. This sets off another round of fireworks in my system, and I can't help the scream that bursts from within me, as my body locks up from all of the spent adrenaline in my system.
“Holy…fucking…shit,” Sir pants in my ear after collapsing on top of my body, which is still shuddering from the echoes of the massive orgasm that just thundered through it. I am going to be walking like a penguin tomorrow.
“Ditto,” I pant back, and am rewarded with dual snorts, and a deep belly laugh from Master.
“Well. That was a stupendous display of deliciously wicked lust,” Master chuckles, and then flicks off the TV, “I don't think we need that on anymore, but it was definitely worth it. Right you two, back in the shower,” he helps Sir to stand, who wobbles like a newborn giraffe, and then offers me a hand up. I'm still panting, trying to calm myself enough to actually stand. He must sense my distress, because he leans down and lifts me in his arms instead, plants a kiss on my forehead, and carries me back to the bathroom, Sir following with my robe, a big, dopey-ass grin on his face.
I still don't know what I've done to deserve all of this extra-special treatment, but I'll be damned if I'm going to complain about it. Shower number three should be fun…
